Arcanum Romance Novels & Stories

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

he murmured, then leaned down and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. When he pulled back, he tucked himself away, straightened, and slipped toward the door. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he said with a grin, unlocking the door. And then he was gone, leaving me kneeling on the bathroom floor, staring at my reflection in the mirror again. My hair was wrecked, my lips wet and swollen, my eyes dazed. Nothing like the polished girl my mum paraded around earlier. I barely recognized myself. But God, I wanted more.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

he breathed, his voice cracked with emotion, “goddess… you are real.” A tear slipped down my cheek. I didn’t even know why. Maybe because, this, him, this bond, this warmth, felt like something I had prayed for in another lifetime. Something I never thought someone like me would ever have. Rowan cleared his throat loudly. “Well,” he announced, clapping, “if anyone needs me, I’ll just be...oh I don’t know...quietly sobbing into a tree because romance is alive and well.” Fenric didn’t even look away from me, though a tiny smile ghosted across his mouth.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

First through Aurora, his unexpected peace, and now here, in the way Gianna’s laugh makes Romero’s lips twitch toward what it dangerously close to a smile. Aurora drifts to Dominic’s side as Romero approaches Gianna. She follows his gaze and grins knowingly. “Aren’t they cute?” “I suppose,” he murmurs. Her grin deepens. Aurora loves love. She sees it the way most people see sunrises, like it’s something natural, something inevitable. “Remember what I told you?” she asks, nudging him lightly. “About Aphrodite and Ares?” He does. She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tan

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

“You little Minx! That is not what I meant, but who am I to refuse the ladies’ request!” A low growl vibrated in his chest and throat, sending warm shivers all over my body. Slowly, his bite turned to warm and wet kisses up my neck. “Ehm” Someone clearing their throat awkwardly behind us made me laugh even more while Arcane mumbled profanities against my flustered skin before he reluctantly managed to tear away. Turn around and face what he just called the intruder. “I've told you before, brother; no, I am not sharing with you!”

A small trickle of blood came from her nose and her skin was as pale as the silver of her dress. Brother? What the fuck is this guy talking about? ‘Listen.’ Arcas spoke ‘I think you need to hear this. He is not lying.’ “Fine.” I agreed reluctantly. “You see, son, the night you were conceived, I had been with a witch. A beautiful woman, the palest shade of blond I have ever seen and the most beautiful violet eyes, a whore of a woman, but still the most beautiful creature I have seen” he said, winking at me. “There was only one other that was more beautiful. With her raven hair and dark eyes.” I saw a twinkle in his eye as he reminisced over the two women.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.